Where the good times gone? All the stupid fun And all that shit we've done And you still won't know Lost it on the chesterfield Or maybe on A gamblin' wheel wheel Lost it in a diamond mine It's dark as hell

It's the American heartbeat Chart the stars, head out for the action Hit the streets and find some satisfaction The night's alive with wind and fire We telegraph our heart's desire Through the night with our eyes Wheels are turnin' fast and hard Hearts

Free as a driving wheel wheel Circling around your iron will See only what you feel Keeps you turning when you're standing still You tried to run from trouble when it comes You followed the drum keeping time with everyone High as the light of day You're

'Cause love is the heart of the world Tin cans rattlin' pavement Confetti scattered everywhere She falls asleep in the seat beside me Rice caught up in her hair I don't mind it, I keep drivin', Flying on these wheels of steel A bit anxious, a bit nervous

This ain't ordinary life No ordinary life I said, "It's too late for me 'Cause I think it's safe to say" Heaven in her mouth, got a hell of a tongue I can feel her teeth when I drive on a bump Fingers letting go of the wheel wheel when I cum Whe-wheel wheel when I

I put on my gloves tonight, pull onto the road to San Berdu They remind me of hustlers, confidence men, and you My hands are warm beneath them, and easy on the wheel wheel Without your love and treachery the calm is all I feel I shiver in the mirror, pull my

And a couple little shacks You gotta go deep Way on back Cross a few creeks And you kick it into four wheel wheel drive when you run out of road You gotta get lost Crickets and frogs Yeah you're gettin' close now

Best summer ever Wheels and waves, surf and shades Rocking every night and day Like shakes and fries, wet and dry It all adds up to feel like The best summer ever, yeah It's been the best summer ever Sad to say our time's come to an end But it's just

I feel my wheels have come undone I've fallen off my tracks Lord, I need your guiding hand If I'm to make it back Oh, make it back, back, back...

I used to visit all the very gay places Those come-what-may places Where one relaxes on the axis of the wheel wheel of life To get the feel of life From jazz and cocktails The girls I knew had sad and sullen gray faces With distingue traces That used to be